'Twas the night before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through LA Not a creature was stirring, not even a PA The pencils were stowed by the portfolio's with care, In hopes that Walt Disney soon would be there;

The artists were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of great scenes danced in their heads; A wonder of timing each scene with real snap, A half decent job that just dropped in their lap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the steel bars and threw up the sash.

The moon shone brightly off the ABC signs glow Giving a the lustre to the pavement below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But what looked like Walt Disney and something else queer,

Tied up executives, dressed really slick , I knew in a moment that they must be a clique . More rapid than eagles his prisoners came, And he whistled, and shouted, and handed them blame; "Now, Eisner! now, Jeffrey! now, Shumacher and Ball! On, Lafaro ! on Ovitz! You all made it fall! From the top of the hat! to the top of the wall! Cheapquals are sickening I should fire you all !"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the prisoners flew, With the weight of their guilt pushing them through.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little goof. As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, Down the chimney they all came with a bound.

He was dressed in a suit, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of execs he had flung on his back, And he put them all down and then gave them a whack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His fine little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the stash on his lip was as white as the snow;

The stump of a cig he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a firm little belly, He stared hard at Eisner who then turned to jelly.

He was angry about something that charming old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, Beatings so violent my stomach would jerk, Then laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney they rose;

He sprang to his limo , then gave out a shout, He opened the door and then kicked them all out. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Let them build empires on another mans house , this one was built on the back of a mouse"